Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.